Chapter 37
Kate felt absolutely glorious as she pulled on a light silk robe after drying her hair. Harold had been exactly what she needed. The things that man could do with soap and a washcloth had left her shuddering right down to the very core, more than once.
She was also glad she’d kept a small stash of protection in the drawer she could reach without leaving the shower, because Harold was as well endowed as his charisma implied.
If he was up to it, she’d take him again right now on the bathroom mat, but apparently twice in the duration of a long shower was his limit. For now.
She’d sent him down the hall to Paul’s room for fresh clothes. He came back wearing khakis and a blue Armani shirt that was deliciously tight across his chest.
“Holy hell, Kate!” his eyes scanned down her b
